#Joel Cummins

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Umphrey’s McGee Deliver with Two-Set Show at Brooklyn Steel on Friday Night

Umphrey’s McGee – Brooklyn Steel – January 19, 2024

In the vanguard of 2000s-era jambands, Umphrey’s McGee have often been thought of as the prog-rock one, and undoubtedly, the way their more complicated tunes can sprawl out into guitar-storm, drum-clattering, puzzle-box creative madness recalls some prog-rock forebears, especially King Crimson. But prog is only a slice of how eclectic Umphrey’s can get and how they make that eclecticism a weapon instead of a neat trick. As a going concern for more than 25 years now (!), Umphrey’s shows travel what often feels like the full gamut, from arena rock to psychedelia to scraping-crunchy industrial metal, brain-bender jazz, acid blues, reggae and tender ballads. Yeah, there’s many a jamband trope — dual guitar stack-ups, lengthy excursions, brilliant improvisation, oblique lyrics and song titles, the kinds of setlist gymnastics most bands would go hands up at — but in each Umphrey’s era, they’ve sounded more like themselves, even as they got more varied, their songwriting got better and their fan base grew and stayed.

At Brooklyn Steel on Friday night, the first of three local shows in what’s become a traditional(-ish) Umphrey’s swing through NYC at this time of year, the six-piece got to business as only they know how, creating two sets of sonic voyages that sometimes felt like visits to little worlds, destination assured, and sometimes felt like madness-bordering searches for those worlds, destination unknown. They do both, equally well.

Set 1 stops included “There’s No Crying in Mexico,” “40’s Theme” and a long excursion from “Half Delayed” into the prog-metal “1348,” plus the big guitar crunch of “Hourglass.” “Sociable Jimmy” was that first stanza’s standout. It began like a gnarly Frank Zappa workout and moved into a soaring guitar noise. Set 2 featured the instrumental “Nothing Too Fancy,” starting with a wash of cooling synth, kicking up the kind of slippery drums-and-percussion you’d associate with Radiohead, and then going full Zeppelin stomp. Other highlights included “Cemetery Walk” — a Police-meets-Traffic kind of thing — which bled into its constant companion, “Cemetery Walk II,” keyboards-forward and somewhat soothing until its jittery drums kicked in again. The beloved “Ringo” — more than 20 years in the Umphrey’s repertoire — closed the show, its not-quite-laid-back-not-quite-jittery reggae lilt briefly shifting into a cover of Tenacious D’s “Kielbasa” before taking things home.

Umphrey’s McGee — as ever, guitarists Brendan Bayliss and Jake Cinninger, keyboardist Joel Cummins, bassist Ryan Stasik, and the monster drums-percussion core of Andy Farag and (back behind the kit after an injury-sidelined 2023) Kris Myers — are so adept at so many styles because they seem to approach each of them like a really dialed-in jazz combo would. The lead instruments duck and weave around one another. The rhythm instruments are tight in the pocket. They all have big ears and use them. Improvisation is constantly inspired, rarely wonky or wanky. In another band this would all be too much, from the varying styles to the arsenal of effects and the fortress-like stage setup. Umphrey’s make it all not just coherent but effective, and after their show, you’re spent. —Chad Berndtson | @Cberndtson

Photo courtesy of Chad Berndtson

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Joel is the type of man who takes sweet care of you behind closed doors but slides his hand into your pants under the table at a family event

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relax 7|#shorts#

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dbf!joel making you show him where you want him

mdni! | requests open.

“I need you inside,” You moaned, slowing your hips from exhaustion until they were stationary over his leaking cock, then starting back up again once you conjured up the energy to. “Fucking—” an involuntary whimper interrupted you the moment your clit caught on the ridge of his tip,  “—Fucking need you inside, Joel.”

“Inside what?”

Motherfucker.

“Y-You know what.”

“Say it.”

“Joel.”

“Say,” a spank to your ass that sent your hips into a deeper grind, “It.” He brought his hand up to your mouth, a single finger pushing your lips open as you subconsciously began to suck. “Here?” He asked, pushing down on your tongue, “You want me here?”

You remained silent on purpose, hoping to extend the period of time during which Joel let you suck on his finger. You clearly enjoyed having something to suck on as your pussy made a mess of both your panties and Joel's dick.

With reluctance, you let off his finger with a pop and hid your face away as you stumbled on your words. “No—Well, yes, of course, but no—Wait, it’s not really no…” There it is again, you thought to yourself, Joel Miller making me dumb.

He breathed a mocking laugh. “Well how about,” He started, snaking his hands between your bodies to fervently grope your breasts, “Here? Want me here? Fuckin’ your tits? Cummin’ all over them?” 

You made a sound in your throat from the lewdness of his words, but besides that, silence—Save for, of course, both your labored breathing and the shuffle of fabric as your hips continued their grind against his cock.

When Joel realized he wouldn’t be getting a response out of you, he hummed before abruptly flipping you onto your back and forcefully placing your hand on his wrist.

“Show me, pretty thing. Put my hand where you want me.”

You hummed from arousal, slowly dragging his hand down your body. And with difficulty too, considering how Joel was not only making sure to grope every curve along the way but was also doing something delightful to your neck. Biting, then lathing with his tongue, then a shower of kisses, and repeat.

You gradually brought him down, down, down, until his hand was smoothing over the waistband of your panties. Careful. Thoughtful. Gentle… But then his hand abruptly ripped free from your grip, cupping your clothed pussy with a kind of fervor that made you choke. You instantaneously let out a strangled moan, your hands shooting to Joel’s biceps as he worked over your clit with his palm.

“Ohh,” Joel exaggerated, his tone mocking in nature as he moved his open hand back and forth along your cunt, “I see. You want me here, that right?”

Head thrashing, you tried your best to nod.

“Words.”

“Ye—Yes. Yes. I want you there. Please. Fuck me. Want your cum in me, please.”

"Ha, imagine your daddy hearing that. Shameful, begging for his best friend's cum."

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joel cumming in his jeans while making out with reader for the first time, post outbreak because he hasn’t had sex in 20 years and she just does something to him 🥴

OHHHH MY GOD how did you know ive always had a thing for premature ejac

A/N; this is kindaaaaa shitty. im a big fat virgin so bear with me babez.

You were sitting on Joels lap and he was pressing gentle kisses to the crown of your head, this was the most intimate you'd ever been. Dancing on the line between mutual survivors and lovers. You pick your head up to look at him, "Joel?" You ask quietly. He raises his eyebrows, prompting you to continue. You freeze, looking at his lips with wide eyes, Joel smiles. "You want me to kiss you, darlin'?" He was so smug about it, it sent a shiver down your spine. You didn't say anything, just nodded. Joel leaned forward and kissed you. Hard. You made a noise of surprise as you kiss back, Joel slides his tongue along your bottom lip, hoping to gain access. You part your lips, allowing his tongue to massage yours. Joel groaned and his tummy clenched, he was half-hard already, you were pretty worked up too, shifting and scooting around on his lap. "Mm. Jesus, baby." Joels voice was low, lower than usual, he was using every ounce of his self control. You started properly grinding down on his cock, feeling it harden fully beneath you. Joel groaned loudly and grabbed the back of your head, forcing you deeper into the kiss. "Shit. Calm down, honey. Please." He whispered the last word, his free hand clenched up in a fist, knuckles white. You groaned against his mouth, placing your hands on his chest as you moved on top of him. "Fuck. Baby, you're gonna-" His hips started bucking, he could barely control the noises coming out of his mouth, you could've sworn you heard him whimper once. Joel was losing himself, humping up at your sticky core, making all kinds of sexy sounds. You both continued for a moment, moaning and grunting against each other. Joel suddenly grabbed your hip harshly, trying to slow you down, he pulled his mouth from yours. "Shit. Shit. Fuck, honey, oh-" His head dropped down onto your shoulder and he whined, his hips stuttering and then stilling. You felt his dark jeans grow warm and damp, when you looked down, you saw a wet patch right on his thigh and you clenched at the sight. Joel groaned and wiped a hand down his face. "I'm so sorry, honey. Cummin' my jeans like a damn teenager. I ain't fucked in two decades, and lord do you do things to me. How can I make it up to you, baby?" He was so embarrassed, the tips of his ears were red and he still had a hand covering one eye. You smiled shyly, shaking your head. "It was really hot, actually." You inform him and he relaxes some. "Don't worry, honey, promise I'll return the favor."

[butterphii]

I've Got You.

Found Ya. (Part 5)

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TW: Cussing, oral (m receiving,) daddy kink, third person speech, kissing, references to the future, stalking?, pet names

This is my first time ever writing a series! Please be kind!

--------------------Joel Miller--------------------

You let him push you against the wall once more. "Joel, how'd you find my house?" You said, breathily against his chest while he looked down at you. "I live down the street. I remembered your plate and found it." He had found where you lived by stalking out your license plate.

You gasped quietly at Joel's words. "Now that's daddy, babydoll." He grabbed onto your upper thighs and pulled you up to his height, leaning you against the wall. You nodded quietly when he carried you around, looking for your bedroom. "Do you mind if I sleep over, bug?" He asked before kissing you, jamming his tongue down your throat. You nodded once more, shutting your eyes and giggling quietly. Your dreams were coming true.

Joel put you on the floor, sitting on the bed himself, unbuckling his belt. "You ready to see Daddy's cock?" He asked against your ear, leaning down. You nodded eagerly this time, letting out a surprised whimper at his size when he pulled it out. You looked it up and down, still amazed at how he kept that shit in his pants.

It was thick, and had a few veins running along the back of it. There was a bundle of curls for his pubes and his balls looked heavy, ready to release. Joel grabbed the back of your head, getting his fingers tangled into your hair. He pushed your head to the tip, rubbing it against your lips. "C'mon, kiss Daddy's cock.." He groaned softly while he watched your lips, now smeared with precum, kiss down his shaft and kiss his balls.

Joel pushed his tip into your slightly parted lips, letting it sink into your mouth. The taste was different from anything you've had before. It was sweeter, tastier. You wanted more. You crammed the member down your throat, enjoyably sucking on it, listening to the beautiful noises of Joel Miller praising your for your amazing job at sucking his dick. You were overjoyed.

You picked up speed, fisting Joel's heavy balls with the same rhythm your head was following on his cock. He quickly let out a long, gutteral groan. "Tha's good darlin'. Fuck, I'm cummin'..baby, I'm gonna fuckin' cum.." His sound was music to your ears. You loved that you were so good at your job that you could make your hopeful future husband cum.

He groaned again when his seed spurted into your mouth and down your throat. "Fuck, good..job, kiddo.." He moaned out lowly. You pulled his shaft from your throat and pressed a few light kissed to his balls. He used his tongue to push the last drop of cum on your lip back into your mouth.

You smiled against his cheek as you sat neck to him on your bed, tucking his dick into his jeans. "I can still sleep over?" He asked, kissing your forehead, beaded with sweat. "Mhm!" You nodded happily, giggling with him when he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you onto the pillows of your bed.

[filmcityworld1]

I DO NOT OWN ANIMANIACS THEY BELONG TO WARNER BROTHERS

hey guys thanks so much for waiting until i movied in so ican besettle to finsh my videos

so this is a story i wrote when someone ask if i can write more stories about baby michael this is about the day the stronk bringing him home or is it hope you guys enjoy

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editor by go-whovian-universe https://www.tumblr.com/go-whovian-universe title card artist by richietoons https://www.instagram.com/richietoons/

the cast wakko/ yakko/stork played by DanToonMan https://twitter.com/DanToonMan kate played by me dot played by lilbittasparkle https://www.instagram.com/lilbittasparkle/ the narrator by Lady Theta https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChoO9Gf8U_ACAWNRxVXADsg brain played by RossKFoad https://twitter.com/RossKFoad the music Pastorale by Joel Cummins https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKgGBUFCIZjmC-Lqy8kmJ5w

sound effects Doorbell A by kwahmah_02 https://freesound.org/people/kwahmah_02/sounds/275072/

[ulkaralakbarova]

The eccentric new manager of a UHF television channel tries to save the station from financial ruin with an odd array of programming. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: George Newman: ‘Weird Al’ Yankovic R.J. Fletcher: Kevin McCarthy Stanley Spadowski: Michael Richards Bob: David Bowe Harvey Bilchik: Stanley Brock Philo: Anthony Geary Raul Hernandez: Trinidad Silva Kuni: Gedde Watanabe Noodles MacIntosh: Billy Barty Richard Fletcher: John Paragon Pamela Finklestein: Fran Drescher Esther Bilchik: Sue Ane Langdon Head Thug: David Proval Killer Thug: Grant James Teri: Victoria Jackson Joe Earley: Emo Philips Gandhi: Jay Levey Cameraman: Lou B. Washington Bum: Vance Colvig FCC Man: Nik Hagler Bartender: Robert K. Weiss Spatula Husband: Eldon G. Hallum Spatula Wife: Sherry Engstrom Spatula Neighbor: Sara Allen Sy Greenblum: Bob Hungerford Crazy Ernie: John Cadenhead Blind Man: Francis M. Carlson Earl Ramsey: Ivan Green Joel Miller: Adam Maras Billy: Travis Knight Little Weasel: Joseph Witt Teri’s Father: Tony Frank Teri’s Mother: Billie Lee Thrash Fletcher Cronie #1: Barry Friedman Fletcher Cronie #2: Kevin Roden Phyllis Weaver: Lisa R. Stefanic Big Edna: Nancy Johnson Betty: Debbie Mathieu Little Old Lady: Wilma Jeanne Cummins Animal Deliveyman: Cliff Stephens Band: Guitar: Jim West Band: Bass Guitar: Steve Jay Band: Drums: Jon Schwartz Band: Keyboards: Kim Bullard Whipped Cream Eater: Barry Hansen Thug #3: Bob Maras Thug #4: George Fisher Guide #1: Tony Salome Guide #2: Joe Restivo Yodeler: Charles Marsh Mud Wrestler: Belinda Bauer Satan: Patrick Thomas O’Brien Conan the Librarian: Roger Callard Timid Man: Robert Frank Boy with Books: Jeff Maynard Promo Announcer (voice): M.G. Kelly Promo Announcer (voice): Jay Gardner Promo Announcer (voice): John Harlan Promo Announcer (voice): Jim Rose Film Crew: Production Manager: Gray Frederickson Original Music Composer: John Du Prez Editor: Dennis M. O’Connor Producer: Gene Kirkwood Producer: John W. Hyde Writer: Jay Levey Director of Photography: David Lewis Production Design: Ward Preston Set Decoration: Robert L. Zilliox Costume Design: Tom McKinley Makeup Effects: Allan A. Apone Special Effects Makeup Artist: Douglas J. White Sound Recordist: Ara Ashjian Sound Editor: Christopher Assells Sound Editor: Charles R. Beith Jr. Sound Recordist: Gregory Cheever Sound Editor: Clayton Collins Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Andy D’Addario Sound Editor: Dino DiMuro Sound Editor: G. Michael Graham Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Jeffrey J. Haboush Sound Mixer: Bo Harwood Sound Editor: Dan Hegeman Sound Editor: A. David Marshall Sound Editor: Diane Marshall Supervising Sound Editor: Dave McMoyler Sound Recordist: Art Schiro Sound Editor: Scott A. Tinsley Visual Effects Producer: John Coats Visual Effects Supervisor: William Mesa Visual Effects Art Director: Richard Kilroy Visual Effects Art Director: Ron Yates Post Production Supervisor: Susan Zwerman Production Supervisor: Bill Carroll Stunt Coordinator: George Fisher Stunts: Bob Maras Stunts: Brent Stice Stunts: T. Alan Kelly Stunts: J. Granville Moulder Stunts: Michael Steven Howl Stunts: Richard Drown Executive In Charge Of Production: Kate Morris Associate Producer: Becki Cross Trujillo Associate Producer: Joe M. Aguilar First Assistant Director: John R. Woodward Second Assistant Director: Benita Allen Casting Assistant: Gregory Raich Casting Assistant: Sandi Black Local Casting: Barbara Brinkley Henry Local Casting: Laurey Lummus Key Hair Stylist: Lynne K. Eagan Makeup & Hair: Roseanne McIlvane Wardrobe Supervisor: Ainslee Colt de Wolf Wardrobe Assistant: Phil O’Nan Boom Operator: Joel Racheff First Assistant Camera: Ed Giovanni Second Assistant Camera: Tiffanie Winton Second Assistant Camera: Brett Reynolds Second Assistant Camera: Cindi Pusheck Production Coordinator: Bonnie Macker Script Supervisor: Carol Stewart Second Second Assistant Director: Lorene M. Duran Third Assistant Director: Pam Whorton Additional Editing: Steve Polivka Assistant Editor: Lewis Schoenbrun Supervising ADR Editor: Karla Caldwell Music Supervisor:...

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Umphrey's McGee

Umphrey's McGee is an American progressive rock band formed in 1997 in South Bend, Indiana. The band's music incorporates a wide range of genres, including rock, jazz, blues, metal, and funk, often within a single performance. Known for their improvisational live shows and intricate compositions, they have built a dedicated fan base through extensive touring and live recordings. The band's lineup consists of Brendan Bayliss (guitar, vocals), Jake Cinninger (guitar, vocals), Joel Cummins (keyboards, vocals), Ryan Stasik (bass), Andy Farag (percussion), and Kris Myers (drums, vocals). Umphrey's McGee has released several studio albums, live recordings, and concert DVDs, gaining a reputation for their musicianship and innovative approach to the jam band scene.

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Serenade : Dramatic Free Music by Joel Cummins

[chilenthailandtravel]

Everything Has a Beginning by Joel Cummins (Free No Copyright)

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♡ Master List Link

♰ Joel / Fem Reader

♰ Filthy things Joel says

• Don’t tempt me with a good time, darlin’. You won’t be able to walk straight once I get a hold of ya.

• Ya’d better mind your manners, baby doll. I’ll beat that ass till it’s black and blue if ya don’t.

• Spin for me gorgeous. Wanna admire the entire view. Christ, those tits make me feel like I’m seein’ God for the first time.

• C’mere baby, sit that sweet pussy on my mouth. Where it fuckin’ belongs.

• Hell sugar, keep chokin’ on my cock. That’s it, good job babygirl.

• You’re feelin’ good ain’t ya baby? Cunt’s tight as hell ‘round my fingers.

• Jesus Christ, ya take my cock so well. So damn tight.

• I’m fuckin’ ya into this mattress tonight sweetheart.

• Keep that ass in the air for me babygirl.

• Ride me darlin’. Take whatever ya need. Fuck, that’s right.

• Hell, ain’t ya just the prettiest thing when you’re cummin’.

• Don’t be shy now baby, lemme hear those sweet moans. I’ve got ya.

• Cunt’s damn near suffocatin’ me doll.

• Fuck, please lemme cum inside ya.

• Ah, shit, keep squeezin’ me like that. Hell, I’m cummin’ baby.

• I’ll never get tired of seein’ ya like this. Fucked so well you’re ‘bout to fall asleep darlin’.

[beatandslnc]

진실이란 것은 일정한 어떤 정지 속이 아니라, 이동하는 형체 안에 있다. 그것이 이야기라는 것이 살아 움직일 수 있게 해준다.

Produced by 임재현 (GONGANSAI)

4min 51 sec

Abstract : 50~60년대 한국 전쟁 영화의 이미지를 재조합하여 당시 우리나라의 현실을 비추어 볼 수 있게 한다. 더불어, 영화의 완성도를 위해 가졌던 노력과 발상이 번뜩이는 장면들을 선율에 맞춰서 정렬함으로써 어려운 제작 환경 시기에 행했던 그들의 노력을 치하 및 존경하는 마음을 전달한다.

Source : 자유전선 (김홍, 1955) 죽엄의 상자 (김기영, 1955) 피아골 (이강천, 1955) 5인의 해병 (김기덕, 1961)

Music : #1 bgm - Sonatina No 2 in F Major Rondo (Joel Cummins) #2 bgm - Simple Gifts (Cooper Cannell)

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Robert Cummins Film Co.

Joel Armenta 7/21/2023 This week was editing hell at Robert Cummins Film Co. We had 12 deliverables; an exhilarating mix of commercials, clips, videos, and podcasts. I even managed to squeeze a blog post in for the website! the thumbnail I created with Midjourney.ai, after a blog post that Rob had me do last week about tips for using it. I added the picture below. The editing was labor intensive but ultimately rewarding, it was cool to go through the entire workflow of a job and see it through to the end. Thursday we got hit with some last-minute assignments, but we still found time to get outside and spraypaint some gear! Unfortunately, none of our jobs called for After Effects this week, but I thought using the Ai was kinda cool. But also kind of...less crazy than I thought it was. It took a while, repeating similar prompts to generate something close to what I wanted, and it didn't feel that much quicker or better than creating a header using Photoshop or Canva. I think the greatest advantage is that, so far, the images are free to use when they are generated, so you know you won't run into any issues.

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reader using dbf!joel's hand while they go for a ride in his pick-up truck. delicious dirty talk please. this is a need not a want!! ilysm.

A/N: once again, a short dbf drabble!! i simply cannot stay away.

tags: humiliation, comeplay, voyeurism, use of good girl, slight degradation, hand stuff (in the car), hints of shy!reader

mdni! | requests open but responses not guaranteed.

“There’s nothing under that skirt, just like I asked, right baby?”

Joel’s left hand clenched the top of the steering wheel as his other hand crawled up your bare thigh. You whined high in your throat, attempting to shift your hips down the seat so you could have his hand exactly where you wanted it. But once Joel caught wind of what you were doing, he swiftly swatted your inner thigh, pulling a squeak out of you.

You swallowed, licking your lips as you remembered he'd asked you something. “Y-Yes, Joel.”

He smirked. “Mm, good girl. I just got one last request.”

You nodded.

“I’m a responsible person,” Joel teased, “And distracted driving? That’s the opposite of what a responsible person does. So you’re gonna use my hand, grind on it, fuck yourself with it—whatever it takes for you to cum, understand? ‘Cause baby, I’m not doing a fucking thing.”

And that. Well that was bullshit, and both of you knew that incredibly well, considering that responsible people don’t typically fuck their best friend’s daughter, nor do they accept roadhead from them on numerous occasions.

Joel just wanted to see you making a mess all over his hand, and you knew it. Wanted shy, sweet little you, to rub your pussy on his hand like a dirty, dirty girl. He wanted to watch your cum pool on his passenger seat, make you scoop it up with your fingers and eat it, let you ruin your skirt while you blush a deep red from the peering eyes you have no way to hide from at every red light. Curious people wondering why your jaw is slack and your eyes are screwed shut, the way those same curious people realize what's happening to you and only stare harder.

And perhaps one of his favorite things to watch you react to: the filthy curses he mutters under his breath, different versions of the same compliments. Things like:

“So fuckin’ wet, making such a mess.”

“Yeah, that’s it baby girl, grind on these knuckles, just like that,”

And what would become his new personal favorite thing he's ever said to you, “Wonder what your daddy would think of you cummin’ all over my fingers in my pick-up truck. Should send you back to him with that cum-stained skirt, let him see how much his little girl loves getting ruined by his best friend.”

[snuffyd]

Stalking Kitten Cavemen of the Future Joel Cummins, Andy Farag